fifty two pick up

❝ murder is a tough thing to digest, it’s a slow process and i ain’t got nothing but time // henry nolan lebeau, sixth year.

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out by the courtyard a little past three in the morning, nico barton is lying on the grass, head rested on this folded arms as he watches the stars. as more time passes from his birthday, the more firm the idea remains in his mind. what if, what if, what if. he called his sister for piece of mind and wasnt the slightest bit surprised when alistair answered. a movie night, he assumes, as the phone is passed to her. she sounds concerned at first but it takes a single word for her to understand what the problem was: henry.

“he’s just… whoa and i’m so… oh” 

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he had lost track of time long before he left his dorm that night (morning?). the son of gambit had walked to the dock and back, feeling no pain in his muscles until he wandered back to the courtyard. his voice of reason is ignored as he deviates the path to the dorms, treading carefully towards the body lying on the grass. it’s rather pathetic, the same voice tells him, that even in the dark of night he can make out his frame. pathetic.

silently he slides down beside his best friend. arms raised to mirror his, eyes locked towards the sky also. catching the end of his sentence, he laughs wryly, his mind filing through who it could be. when he can’t frame a proper greeting, he laughs. 

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❞ 1 - (800) ❝

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looking down at the open physics textbook has has on his lap, nico looks in search of his calculus textbook, turning to the other with a grin when he finds it: “me too!” he was glad that most of their time table matched up perfectly. not only did it mean nico didn’t have to fake friendships but it also meant that homework was a breeze to the two. nico would take any science subjects, henry would take english and they would half when it came to history. 

"race you to finish excercise 7?" he taunts his friend. he’s quickly working through the question, they were easier now that he understood them. it’s not long until his mind wanders to his phone again. picking it up, he sees the message henry had sent before arriving at the dorm; bang bang into my heart? …okay. suddenly he wonders aloud, “are you going to the valentine’s day carnival with anyone?” 

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he never had excuses when it came to declining nico whatever activity the other wanted to do to waste time. henry never really had excuses, at all, when it came to his best friend. he turns in his seat and begins to work on the problems, easing his way through one to for and coming to a stump at question five. he sits and contemplates his answer, pouring over the textbook for an answer and then continues to work through the exercise. 

"hm?" humming, still busy with his work, that he doesnt look up at nico. once he's crossed off all the questions in the exercise does he turn to his friend. "the carnival?" why do you care... "i'm taking camila. are you taking anyone?"

[mattelektras]

remy lebeau + tv tropes

[bencharming]

! : LONELY HEARTS CLUB

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eyes widening at his sudden confession, she has to physically stop herself from gagging the dairy in her mouth. “w-what?” she splutters, wiping excess her lips. this was definitely a good reason to call the meeting. “a-are you sure? ben… that’s a really big thing to admit?” before they had their falling out, camila and benjamin were pretty good friends. he was funny, she liked him. she takes another sip from her milk, “oh, i should state mine. well, alistair and i were dating” of course hers was nothing quite in comparison to benjamin’s, she still had to offer something to the group. she lifts her milk into the air, looking at henry for his turn. 

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he tosses is body over the barrier, landing square on his feet in a triumphant pose. camila and ben were too far ahead for anyone to have seen and he, unfortunately, trudges behind them, disappointed that they had missed such a cool entrance. when he finds himself a seat beside her, he, too, lifts his milk carton into the air. once to acknowledge benjamin and twice to acknowledge camila. neither surprised him. rumors always begin somewhere, often from the tiniest slither of truth looking for it's way to the sun. 

he chugs a long gulp of milk, messily cleaning his lips with his jacket sleeve, offering his milk in toast. "i am, and have been for a while, have a more than platonic crush on her twin brother" henry cocks his head to the side, highlighting his nonchalance of the fact more with his smile. "it's not a big deal. once you look over the fact that we're both guys and only one of us is actually openly gay, then yeah. not a big deal" he takes another swig, forgetting that it was milk and not alcohol, feeling disappointed when there was no relief.

he waits for the silence to pass. he hadn't admitted his sexuality so brazenly before. this was a first and as he eyes the crown prince sitting opposite him, he wonders what the reaction would be. thus far he hadn't encountered anyone homophobic and most people were, and have been, very supportive. he knows he wouldnt bother stopping himself from squaring the prince in the nose if he was any kind of hostile. "you've set yourself an awful big ledge, mon cherè. love is big word. are you sure this is love and not something else?" changing the topic would be a better defence. 

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excuse you henry, if one of us goes then, then everyone else gets dragged along. she thinks she can chuck all of us into detention, which isn’t so bad really.

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that would mean ten people will die at the hands of camila barton? because i wasn't alone in my plan -- you werent either. it was nice knowing all of us. i'd like to see her try to throw all of us into detention. i really would. 

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❞ royal flush  ❝

henry considers his streak to equal those geniuses banned from vegas for their talents in card counting. the only difference was that the game of twenty one wasn't his poison -- poker was. the money profit was larger, the game more worthwhile, the lies more intense. he won nine out of ten games and garnered a decent prize each time, too.

but a drunk henry was a sloppy henry; especially with his movements. his tells were easier to differentiate, his lies up for the picking by everyone on the table. his odds were still better than any regular player (seven out of ten isn't something to complain about) but it was those three games that he lost that often cost him more than a few hundred dollars.

he's staggering outside the dingy room that he's been invited to play in, propping against margaret beside him. he's laughing, like being there was the funniest thing that had ever happened, and he's not all too concerned that this game required a five thousand dollar pay in. that was a nominal sum to the couple hundred thousand he could (would) win. "listen, listen marg, are you sure you want to come in with me? once they see you, they'll want you. you're hot. if i was straight, i think i would bang you. actually--don't take my word for it. i was never straight. but seriously, i don't want you to come in. it's dangerous--" his sentence is cut short when a large burly man opens the door, informing him that the table was ready.

[junghwe]

ikon in mvs: bobby in i’m different

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"henry…" they had been friends for long enough that nico knows the motions. "you need to stop. i refuse to accept anymore gifts from you" his hands already pushing away the empty box until he sees the dog tags fall in his hands. the metal is cool against his fingers as he’s tossing them, observing his name on one and henry’s name on the other. he didn’t realise this was what he always wanted until it’s sitting on his neck, because of course he would be so excited about having them that he would want to wear it now until forever. "you have to wear yours too" he slips the other dog tag over henry’s shoulders before lifting his own in comparison. "hey, look, it’s like we have a couple item-whatever-thing now" 

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"couple item-whatever-thing?" henry repeats. couple item. the words repeat themselves again and again in his head until he's sure that he'll go crazy from thinking what those words could mean. they could mean a lot; simultaneously they could mean nothing. nico would not be that blind to his feelings, or maybe he was. or maybe henry was blind to the rejection. quiet fingers come to reach for his own tag, holding it next to it's partner. "yeah. a cool thing about this, my dad said, is if you ever die and someone needs to identify your body, they'll be able to, because our names are on the tag" 

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lilianatremaine replied to your post:

for someone so short, she’s got a lot of anger in her. while you guys did that, we put a massive jumping castle in the middle of the courtyard.

you guys did what?! she's definitely going to want our blood on her hands now. i didn't think a ball pit was that bad. couple that with a jumping castle and -- it was nice knowing ya lily. 

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❞ breakfast club  ❝

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The class quiets as time slithers on, seconds sliding into the next, forming a fluid thread of time that’s over much too quickly. It isn’t detention that he detests—he’s been in enough to be a regular, to know how to kill time in silence. It’s Henry that he despises and Henry that he’ll have to spend all that time with; even being in the same room now, their energies muddled with the multitude of students around them, is deafening. As though he can hear every grating breath in his ears, as if every beat of his heart trembles through his being, unearthing the most pure kinds of hatred that burn slowly, carefully, like hellfire he’s carried with him from home.

But as much as he stares at the clock, time never slows, it never stops. Instead it speeds past until the bell is ringing and the class of students filter out through the door, sulking as they carry the weight of knowledge on their shoulders, aches planted in their heads.

And they’re alone and nothing happens. The teacher declares that their time starts then follows after the students; Phelix has the audacity to think that he’s fleeing the interactions that’ll soon begin. Silence blankets over them, he purses his lips, taps his finger on a piece of paper. “Henry, you piece of trash. Look what you’ve brought upon us.”

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henry was no stranger to detention -- the kind of extra curricular activities he often found himself in was more than enough cause for trouble -- but he wouldn't call himself a regular. he hated silence, hated being forced to do nothing for a predetermined amout of time, hated being idle in every sense of the word. he watches with disappointed eyes as students file out after the bell rings, guaranteeing their freedom. lucky bastards.

the teacher too, probably knowing that nothing good will occur from keeping the students into detention, leaves moments later. henry focuses his eyes on the board, training himself to numb his mind into a half sleep, determined to spend this detention ignoring the other. he hopes that phelix could agree. 

he hears his voice speak from behind him but makes no motions to acknowledge it. henry knows that giving him attention will only fuel his need to be an annoying prat and the son of gambit will have none of that today. so he remains stoic, still, staring at the book on his desk, memorising a table of contents. 

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"Yeah, your father is a regular Palpatine" It never occurred to Sebastian that the sayings he grew up with on Tatooine might not carry over so well on Earth. It doesn’t matter. He’s sure people will know of Palpatine as they would any other evil dictator and supporter of evil. "I think we’ll be staying here in Monaco for the break. I’m trying to talk her into going to Rome, though. You are welcome to join us— we do owe you a birthday trip, don’t we?"

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"a regular who?" palpatine was not a name that rung any bells in henry's memory. was he a french ruler? or a british occupier? or something else entirely? "like actually, uncle bash, you aren't just playing game right now. you swear to bring me with you to rome or monaco or whatever you guys do this summer. you swear?

[rpmememaker]

Sentence meme (Torture my character version)

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rpmememaker:

Make them cry

"I never loved you."

"You’re the reason they’re dead!"

"It’s all your fault!"

"Who could ever love you…?"

"You’re so stupid. So weak."

"Just go away. I don’t want you here."

Blackmail them

"Who would’ve thought a sweet thing like you would have such a secret?"

"I’ll tell everyone. Scream so loud the country will hear."

"I have a friend with a radio station, you know. Broadcast it all over the city."

"If you want this back, you’ll do whatever I say!"

"Be a good little slave, you don’t want your secret out, do you?"

"I know everything. I can ruin you."

"Beg me, and I might consider keeping my mouth shut."

Interrogate them

"Sing, birdie."

"I know exactly how to make you talk."

"You know some fascinating things, don’t you?"

"I’ll use your greatest weaknesses against you, and you know I know them all."

"I have means of extracting information from you."

"I might play with you a little longer after you’ve talked. You’re too cute."

"You’re tough. But I’ll break you."

Yell at them

"You idiot! You dumbass! You- you fucking moron!"

"You’re absolutely useless, aren’t you?!"

"What the fuck have you done this time!"

"You don’t care about anyone but yourself!"

"You’re not human! You’re a monster!"

"You’re a disgusting little rat!"

"You’ve fucked up for the last time!"

Physically hurt them

"What, can’t take a punch?"

"I’ll kill you!"

"It’s only a scratch, asshole!"

"Don’t move, or I’ll shoot you!"

"I’ll slit your damn throat!"

"Kiss my shoes or I’ll stomp your head in half."

"I didn’t mean to draw blood, but oh well."

"That’s going to bruise."

Torture them… gently

"You want some of this cake? C’moooon, beg for it!"

"Guess what? SURPRISE ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE!"

"Tickle-tickle-tickle! Kitchy kitchy koo!"

"Whaaaat? Is this yours? You can’t have it back, it’s mine now!"

"I’ll stop singing when hell freezes over!"

"Get in the locker, shorty!"

"Annoying? Me? Annoying?"

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i have a sneaking suspicion that someone /mila/ wants to fight us for what we did on her birthday

wouldn’t be surprised. camila is always looking for a reason to fight us. there’s nothing wrong with turning her dorm into a ball pit — what did you guys do? 

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they might. i believed you for a really long time, remember. [ ! a little disappointed at his lack of reaction, camila instead just wraps her arms tighter around him when she feels him press lips against her crown. ] don’t get all emotional on me, now, henry. it really wasn’t a big deal, i’d gladly do it again [ ! smiles softly up at him ] remember that ice cream place near our apartment? how we got free cones because we told them it was your birthday? do you think we could make that happen again? 

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ice cream place? ( ' tries to think of what she could be talking about. his fingers click when he realises ) oh! when we lied about it being our anniversary or something? i doubt that wasn't something that i was involved in. i thought it was because he thought you were pretty that he gave us extra ice cream? ( ' his eyes wander about the city, trying to locate a possible ice cream place ) isn't that one up there? we could give it a try? 

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a really handsome kimbab with sex hair ♡

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(/ the tremaine shrugs ) yeah, sorry, but it wasn’t that hard to figure out. it was probably camila that gave it away. you act differently around her than you did anyone else so i just put two and two together (/ smiling at the other, he almost doesnt say the following but chooses to do so nonetheless ) you look at nico the way i look at her. 

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( ' his eyes train the floor, mapping over the patterns in the tiles in an extraneous effort to ignore the other. he was sure he kept his secrets well hidden, so very sure ) that's gross, man ( ' he concedes to accepting it; there really wasn't any point lying to alistair when they've already got it all figured out ) no one looks at anyone the way you look at camila. no one. you look at her like the sun shines out of her butt.